Just your usual life studies.

Nov 26, 2006 13:38

On ripping people's guts out.
I've always been prone to colds and never liked going to school, so a huge part of my childhood was spent home with a scarf around my neck and a good book. Once, when I was seven or eight, I was out of fresh books, so I climbed to an extra bookshelf we had on the top of our closet. And lo, there was a fairy-tale anthology I had't read before! I guess mom bought it somewhere and put it there in case she'd needed a small gift to give to me sometime.
The book was called something like European Fairy Tales. I started reading. I liked.
It was just that... Percy, I need to find that book again. And I need to find out who did the selection.
Because then I'll rip that persons guts out in front of his/her family. With no remorse.
Because in the middle of that book, the editor placed Edgar Allan Poe's The Masque of the Red Death.
I think you need to pass a certain level of maturity to really feel the horror of the goffic story. I guess that it wouldn't have scared me so much had I been a year younger. But I wasn't younger. And I wasn't old enough to just shake it off. It was the single most traumatizing reading experience of my entire life.
Thank you for listening.

On semolina
Semolina porrige is somethihg that children are supposed to hate. I've really liked it since I was a little Tanja. For some reason we haven't had semolina at home for the longest time, but I recently bought some for a cooking project. Since we also had plum jam that mom made, I decided to have semolina with plum jam for breakfast until we ran out of semolina.
Yesterday we had no milk, but we had condensed milk so I used some. It turned out really sweet when I had jam on it, though. So today I used no jam. Instead I used coffee with condensed milk as the liquid base.
COFFEE SEMOLINA PORRIGE!!!
Oh yes!

eng, the story of my fucking life

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